“I don’t care. Us three” —she extended a hand toward the two men flanking her— “are all we need. We’re the only three of our kind.” She paused, gazing down at the balding man with amber hair. “I suppose there’s a fourth now, but we’re waiting for their return.” “What is ‘your kind’?” Yama asked. “The world has thought us to be extinct,” Soraku said, “which we were nearly so. All things considered, I suppose I can let you in on our secret. The world will find out anyway.”
Adren assassins?
